Soujuurou

When the alarms in the Imperial laboratory finally fell silent, Soujuurou was already leagues from The Teikodian Empire's golden spires. Their hands, once steady enough to index Isha's cruelest research notes, now trembled around the grip of a bow. For years, they had traded conscience for knowledge, believing grim science was a necessary evil. But one subject, the small creature now clinging to their head, refused to be an entry in a ledger. In the blinding flash of defiance to save it, a dormant power awoke within Soujuurou, shattering their old life. They are still learning to control the surge under the gaze of Hiro, who sees not a disgraced scholar but untamed potential. The quiver feels heavier than any scroll ever did; each arrow is a chance at redemption.